I cross the yard and sit on a bench overlooking a stone water fountain my dad had installed last summer after I told him I love the sound of water.
It's right below my bedroom window and being able to hear it when my windows are open is incredibly soothing. My father has always tried to create a calm, quiet, almost zen-like atmosphere for us, which is odd considering he's in a loud rock band and immersed in noise of some sort most of the time.
"I hope you wore that because you remembered."
His voice startles me, and at first I can barely see him leaning against a tree about five feet away.
"Huh?"
He nods his head up and shifts his eyes to my head.
"The hat."
Oh yeah. My hand reaches up to touch the black beanie covering my head. I did remember, actually, that he said he wanted it, b
